Roland only had to come to us and ask.
It’s sad, what it’s all come to.
And Olivia has been so stuck on Damien that she can’tsee straight, ever since she found out he got hurt. Usually, I’d be jealous. Furious.
But he saved my life. I can’t exactly complain.
Besides, I’m sort of coming around to him. He’s smart, has a good head on his shoulders, and he clearly cares about Olivia.
“You’re getting soft.” Sebastian points to the balloon, and I scoff.
“It’s just a balloon.”
We walk into Damien’s hospital room together, and I’m shocked not to see Olivia sitting by his side.
Damien gives us a tight smile. “She’s at the cafeteria. She said the baby’s craving pickles.”
Sebastian laughs. “As long as she doesn’t mix it with ice cream.”
“I wouldn’t put it past her.”
Sebastian sits in the chair next to the bed while I remain standing.
Damien looks at the both of us. “I’m surprised you two came.”
Sebastian raises an eyebrow. “Surprised? We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Are we?”
I huff out a breath. “You saved my life. I think that makes us friends.”
Damien smiles widely. “That’s good. Olivia will be pleased.”
“Shit, I’m pleased,” Sebastian points out. “You two butting heads has stressed me out over the last few weeks.”
“I don’t understand you,” I say to Sebastian, crossing my arms over my chest. “What, you never get jealous?”
He shrugs. “Of course, I do. But I’m older than you are. I know jealousy is just my own insecurities. I’m possessive, that’s different.”
“What’s the difference?” Damien asks curiously.
I think I know what he’s going to say, but I let him speak.
“She’s ours,” he says simply, surprising me. “Olivia can be mine when she’s with me and yours when she’s with you.”
I blink. “You think that’s how it works?”
“Itishow it works,” Damien says in an almost awestruck voice. “He’s right, Dom. We all love her. There’s no point in denying that anymore.”
Sebastian flushes, an uncommon thing for him, but he doesn’t protest.
“So, what are you suggesting?” I drop my arms, trying to get used to the situation.
I want Olivia. I want her no matter what, no matter if she chooses me. So, I’m open to different suggestions.
“I’m suggesting weallbe with her. Just like before, but just... official.”
I scoff. “She’s not going to go for that.”